[Ragnar wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he took the phone again, squinting a little as he watched. He didn't recognize the first figure in the dark, but the one crawling, it had to be Ivar. At first, he wasn't sure why he was showing him this, but then some of the sleepers began to wake up and Ivar's speed and skill was, indeed, impressive.

The second memory though. He didn't recognize himself until he rolled over. He looked... so old. More than that, he looked worn out. Useless. What great battle could he hope to die in now?] I don't want to see this. [He pushed the phone back into Ivar's hands and pushed himself up onto his feet, only wavering a little bit as the drink caught up to his sense of balance.] More ale?

[He didn't wait for Ivar to say yes or no, he just went. Once over by the spread of drinks and food, he finally felt like he could breathe again. He ran a hand over his head, taking a few deep breaths, and then filled up his own cup and another with ale, going back over to Ivar and handing off the extra cup.]

I want to hear more about this place. The things they have here, do you know how to use them all now?